Thursday, March 26, 2009

When I hand most people my business card, amusingly enough, the reaction is almost always the same. The URL is recited: "Make, shift... eyes?" which is often followed by an expression of either curiousity or confusion. The origin of the term comes from a poem I wrote a long time ago. Here it is:

Scar City

Baby stillborn screechingIn these waking hours of scarcityThis is Scar CityThe metropolis of retributionThese are the remaining numbersSkinny hands and glossy sheltersGrandfather's wood with depictions ofSun and moon and chiming wailsWinding down in the aftermathOf ChangeThis is the invisible black ribbonIn every rainbowAnd we are the childrenWho see

Makeshift eyes carry visionsOf regressing days beyond birthThe inexplicable convictionRings in speakers, high pitchedAnd obnoxiousBreathe the toxins in deepMy visiting confidantThis is all the fresh air you get

Relax nowThe promise has not shattered yet

It has been long since the tickingHas ceasedEyelids have since been closedIn this darkness, hope still weepsAnd in time we shall dreamOf dawn

We are possessed in the physical realm to manifest things that exist in the non-physical realm. "Makeshift eyes carry visions of regressing days beyond birth," means that we must use whatever we have within us to feel and interpret the history of the universe which began millions of years prior to our own individual creations.

Unfortunately, the human race suffers greatly when attempting to achieve such a vision. We do not have the metaphysical faculty to see. Intuitively, most people understand that there is something we are missing. I don't need to start an arbitrary dissertation on spirituality or spill out my beliefs on the human condition, (I'm sure that will come in time through this blog!) but I will say this: Those who find something in themselves that can serve as windows to view this particularly beautiful and vague scenery, if only temporarily, will be the ones to lead us out of the darkness.